My lass got a new (to her) car yesterday. Normally I do all the driving. Every time. But seeing as how she got her new toy we went for a run. I was in the passenger seat.
She drove perfectly fine. Getting used to a different vehicle. All was good.
But me in the passenger seat? Every bend, every junction, every set of lights, I'm pressing this imaginary brake and clutch. Also thinking "I'd have changed from 3d to 2nd for that bend". Etc, etc.
I kept my mouth shut. I knew I was being overly critical. Like I say, she was perfectly fine but I couldn't stop wanting to be in control of the car.
She drove perfectly fine. Getting used to a different vehicle. All was good.
But me in the passenger seat? Every bend, every junction, every set of lights, I'm pressing this imaginary brake and clutch. Also thinking "I'd have changed from 3d to 2nd for that bend". Etc, etc.
I kept my mouth shut. I knew I was being overly critical. Like I say, she was perfectly fine but I couldn't stop wanting to be in control of the car.